#mod diluc

How long had it been since you'd shown up at your superiors office now? It was surely passing on for two hours, all because he'd promised you that today he'd be sure to take you out on a 'proper date'. Because even though this man was your superior, he was also, albeit something you were beginning to question now, your boyfriend. But here you were, lounging around in a chair while he remains nose buried into his scattered papers and forms adorn his desk. You didn't think the sound of a pen scribbling onto its given surface could irritate you so badly, but guess today was full of surprises eh? You'd made your discomfort to this situation very audible and visible barely thirty minutes ago now, and he'd simply just ignored you. You sighed, huffed, grunted, crossed your arms, tapped your fingers against your arm rest, but whether it was on purpose or not he merely sniffed his nose casually and remained eyes glued to the papers. What was so important on those damn papers anyway? Scaramouche was never one to be tardy when it came to his work and you knew this, but even he was pushing past his normal attitude given towards his own tasks now.

You couldn't take it anymore, whatever this was, it had officially overstayed its welcome. You were bored, you were hungry, you were annoyed something rotten with Scaramouche right now, and it didn't matter how you tried to phrase the sentence in your head- you knew the moment you voiced it out loud it was gonna come out as a jumbled and royally screwed up mess of just incoherent babbles. But either way you had to say something, anything! Because this was becoming ridiculous now, how he could keep sitting there and acting like this was all okay was beyond you now. Had he forgotten you were there at this point? It was unreal how rude he was treating you, granted he's always been a rude and harsh man, but this was just cruel now. Your mouth opened once you'd finally hyped up yourself to voice out your anger toward him, but then, it hit you... your mouth closed slowly again, a word never having once left your lips, as a very sly smirk was now adorn your features. If he's to keep you trapped here in utter boredom and sheer silence, you might as well create some fun hm?

|| 45 Minutes Later ||

This woman, was gonna be the death of him, he'd finally decided it. Here he was trying his best to finish these awfully painful result forms as fast as possible, so that he could leave this personal hell he called his office and take you somewhere nice, and you've now taken it upon yourself to tease him? In various ways might he add. Were you insane or just stupid? The Tsarista herself has demanded these forms be filled out by him personally, why? Fuck knows. But it was grating his nerves slowly that's for sure, and now you- he hitches his breath, a sharp inhale being sucked through gritted teeth. You were playing such a deadly game right now, having dared to sit on his lap, he'd immediately felt the way you tensed and froze for moment when doing so, yea, he's aware of how rock fucking hard he is down there, thanks to you bitch, and now you're fully aware that your little antics and teasing games have been affecting him oh so badly. It was bad enough when you were practically shoving a 'I'm bored' sign in front of his face, to which he gracefully ignored lest he have a fit and fry the furniture around him in an angry outburst. This was the last time he ever made a promise with you that's for fucking sure.

You were enjoying the feel of rubbing back and forth ontop of his ever growing bulge a bit too much in all honesty. Shocked in your own self's ability to rile him up so easily, but that being said, should congratulations really be in order? You're not exactly modest down there yourself right now either, you felt the damp patch form twenty minutes ago, but you being the good hard worker you are, opted to ignoring it in favour of continuing to feel your boyfriend tense and twitch under you so cutely. You didn't dare to look around however, one could only imagine the heart stopping glare he's giving you right now, if your hairs standing on your neck are anything to go by he's staring, hard. But this is his punishment, you won't allow yourself to start feeling bad now, he has work to do, okay, so do it tomorrow, or the day after, or the day even after that! If he finds it fine to make promises and not keep them; then you're going to become his own personal blue balls machine. Looking back on it now though, you never once were calling the shots here... were you?

This became painfully apparent when he made a loud click noise with his tongue, having finally reached the peak of his own limit. His hands roughly gripping your own in such a fast flash you could of sworn you saw sparks of purple electro fizzle from his fingers, that and also the numbingly intense tingle that rattled through your body and bones when his touch engulfed your own. You gasped softly from his sudden outburst and had no time to react while he forcibly guided your arms around your back, leaving you to look like nothing more than a vulnerable tied up play thing. You squirmed slightly in his vice grip, tempting the waters so to say, but the fact you only winced from the sheer tightening hold on you and your complete inability to move in the slightest indicated he was well and truly done with your little games. Shaking your head as nerves began to eat away at you like a fever burning up inside your blood, trying to now play the victim wasn't going to get you anywhere; but what other alternatives were there for someone as fucked as you right now?

"H-hey, Scaramouche, I'm sor-" was silly of you to think you'd be given permission to speak now, wasn't it? Since he merely maneuvered both your restrained wrists into one of his hands, his boney fingers hugging around them snuggly. The other hand now free wasted no time in latching onto your hair and tugging your head back hard, rough, causing you to silence your words and instead gasp out loudly. Your eyes being forced to glare up at the ceiling as your breathing kicked up in pace, the uneven rhythm becoming much more audible to you and most certainly him. He was far too enthralled in the scene playing out before him to give those damn report forms any notice right now, you'd been trying his patience since the moment you sat your ass down in his office. Giving your best effort to rile him up, well congratulations, you'd succeeded honey, more than expertly might he add, the strain in his lower garments becoming ever more increasing in discomfort. He pulled you backwards so your left with no choice but to be pressed even closer into him while your eyes remain wide eyed and glaring at the ceiling. His hand still tightly knuckled into your hair, he licks his lower lip slowly out of habit as he leans his face forward, drawing his lips now right beside your ear, which was now flushed red at the very tip.

The hot breath fanning across your ear only made your nerves reach a new high, your throat suddenly running crisp dry, swallowing down hard and slow trying to remain collected. But you knew you were divinely fucked when you heard that low chuckle emit from his lips, with a husky tone he grunted out right beside your ear; "My Turn."

Kaeya

Another day, another boring eight hours before he was free to do as he pleased basically. Kaeya isn't one to slack on his work by any means, but when you're the captain of a calvary that... doesn't exist, what does one do? There's only so many documents to be filled after all...

He was stood outside the Favonious Headquarters right now, getting a well earned stretch after having been sat on his desk chair till gone numb. He closed his eyes, a yawn escaping him, his arms reaching toward the clouds, the pull in his muscles as they finally went from taught to lax again felt good.

"Well damn! Aren't you a pretty little princess~" a faint voice echoed out somewhere of no interest to Kaeya right now.

It was soon followed by a bunch of whistles and chuckles, Kaeya merely groaned. Drunkards so early in the morning? Was he mad that they were so unshamed, or mad he couldn't be drinking alcohol right now too? Eitherway they'd already displeased him by being there and he hadn't even seen their faces yet.

He turned, hand pressing the door ajar to make his way back inside the building, as a fleeting glance he allowed his eyes to drift to where the voices came from; Y/N?

He hadn't known his body could move so fast before-

His heels turning on instinct as he began to stride down the sun bathed pathway toward the small group of drunk men and his damn girlfriend.

They dared to make such awful slurred half assed compliments to his beautiful Y/N? He was seething right now, for a cryo vision wielder, he hadn't felt more on fire in his life.

Upon reaching the scene he could see clearly now how Y/N had been trying to just walk past before being rudely stopped- the dropped bag of food from Good Hunter was clear indication of that. They'd trapped you so you were forced to listen to their drunken babbling nonsense.

Glued to your side now his arm instinctively and protectively hooked round your waist. He didn't look down at you yet, but he felt your gaze burn into him. It was relief that sunk into you upon realisation on who'd invaded your personal space just now, thank Barbatos it wasn't the latter your previously had thought upon fear.

His eyes showed nothing but malice, but he smiled nonetheless.

"Aha, how interesting~" He lowly spat, it reeked of feigned amusement to this whole ordeal.

One of the three drunk men, wobbly stepping forward, aiming a finger at he assumed himself though the swaying of its final resting spot was beyond impossible to decipher drawled out;

Complete disregard to the look of sheer uncomfortable distaste spread upon your features right now. He wanted you safe, now. Effortlessly he weaved between the bambling baboons, sliding right to your side, his foot having angled under the bag of food and swiftly heaving it up into his arm mid traverse toward you in the process.

"Hey! Back of Mr.perfect. We're jus havin' fun wif the lidl lady, nuffin s'rious."

The smile began to slowly waver, his patience had been destroyed the moment he saw it was his Y/N they were doing this too.

You felt him tense, his arm squeezing you a little tigher as the drunken man continued to slur insults to him. Worried it would escalate further you softly place your hand over his own thats tightly engulfed round your hip, and you feel his body slowly relax upon your touch. Your silent plea for him to remain calm had been acknowledged by the silver tongued devil that was your boyfriend; but he wasn't about to let them leave without being properly reprimanded.

He nonchalantly let his hand drop from your hip and extend out infront of you, a gesture for you to place your own in his, which you carefully did so. Letting his hand now encase your own gently he finally looked at you, his eyes soft upon seeing you looking at him with exhaustion of this situation, but gratitude for his interference laced in your own eyes.

Smiling at you with genuineness he began to walk away with you, allowing the drunken men to stumble pitifully behind you both, their drunken slurs growing weaker before fading entirely.

He walked you back to your shared home, bringing the bag of food inside and setting in on the kitchen counter.

You let out a deep and long exhale, a breath you hadn't previously known you'd been holding inside so long.

"Thank you Kaey-" cut off by invading lips on your own, sweet and soft, nothing but love and tenderness poured into it.

You close your eyes and return the loving kiss back to your boyfriend.

Your eyes finally open, and his face is but only an inch away from yours, his hand coming up to slowly brush your hair behind your ear.

"I love you, Y/N. Are you alright?"

You smile at him, the moment he'd appeared your tension had disappeared almost instantly, you knew once he'd shown up you were safe, and always will be with him around.

"Yes Kaeya, I am. Also, love you too." You chuckle gently in response.

He smiles more wider at you now, before slipping from your warmth almost as quickly as he'd invaded it. Heading for the door he chirps back.

"Get comfy my dear, I'll be back with with your favourite snacks real soon!" He laughs playfully as he closes the door.

A small white lie to feed you, to tie you over. For it was partly true. He would return with your favourite snacks in quick haste, riiiight after he goes and teaches those drunken dicks a lesson about justice.

After all, he's is the Calvary Captain.

Diluc

"Look at that body on you buttercup. Mmh. What's a pretty little thing like you doing working here?" He says with an obvious tone of something more indecent laying undertone.

"Just trying to do my job sir." You shakily squeak to the man whose preventing you from going back to the taverns kitchen with the dirty and used mugs.

Ignoring your words before you sigh at his yet again, repulsive and rude name calling and obscenity.

You opt to try walk around him again with the large dish of used mugs, but he steps to the side blocking you, again.

You sigh.

He chuckles.

"Where you going buttercup?" He questions with false innocence.

"Don't call me that please sir." You roll your eyes.

Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend, and the owner of this tavern, Diluc, has been tiredly watching this unpleasant show stretch on for far too long, throwing the wipe cloth down and setting down the bottle he was previously pouring its contents into a cup to server a customer for with it.

Ignoring the displeased customers gruntled complaint he storms over, tensing immensely so.

He doesn't even care for what the man's going to try blabber to him. He's been watching it all since the moment it started.

He grabs the man by the collar of his shirt. The man yelping in surprise. You gasping in shock yourself as Diluc drags him to the taverns door and throw him out like the trash he is.

Everyone silent and awkwardly looking at the tavern owner now you place your hand on your chest, your heart fluttering for him so much. But worried everyone will now act irrationally.

"Anyone else who finds it appropriate to make a young woman feel uncomfortable with terrible name calling and harassment will be met with the same treatment. Understood?" Diluc doesn't care if people think he acts irrationally, unfairly. To him he's doing justice and that's all he cares about.

Everyone nods and throws cheers in his direction now they're clear on why the man was thrown out. He blinks, taken back a bit by the sudden positive response, clearly not use to it. But clears his throat and walks back over to Y/N.

You smile softly at him and he blushes ever so slightly. Ignoring the way you're looking at him right now.

"Are you okay my darling?" He asks sincerely.

You nod back honestly and he sighs out softly.

"I'm sorry you had to put up with him for so long." He scolds himself mentally while saying the words

"Diluc hush! Part of the job okay! It's fine, I have nothing to worry about." You coyly speak out.

He narrows his eyes to you waiting for you to finish your sentence though he's pretty sure he knows what you're about to say, and he's dreading it like always.

"I have my Knight in shining armour to always keep me safe-"

He has already turned to head back to the bar to continue serving, sternly calling out.

"Get back to work!"

You laugh to yourself before finally getting to take these stupid dirty mugs to the kitchen.

Zhongli

"You have such a pretty face doll! I just can't help myself!" The guy whose been following you for the past ten minutes gleefully declares his creepy obsession to you.

You visibly cringe and audibly groan. Turning away, however you're stopped when he grabs your shoulder forcing you back to look at him.

"Come on doll! Let's just have some fun together! I'm not that baaaaad I promise heh." He winks at you so obnoxiously.

"Leave, me, alone." Your polite tone as died now, replaced with your more honest angry one.

"Don't give me attitude now tart. You're the one making this difficult." His tone also changes now, both of you showing your true colours now, his a lot more uglier in nature apparently.

Your teeth begin to gnaw at your bottom lip in sheer frustration, you're alone right now, well, you're actually surrounded by very important and highly respected individuals at a prestigious party you and your boyfriend were invited too, however he'd stepped away to get some more drinks- ten minutes ago now.

You don't want to cause such a scene, specially not when you know your boyfriend cares about his reputation so dearly, so why can't this creep just get the hint and go away? Ugh.

He steps closer and you instinctively step back.

His brows furrow and you match the same expression back, he has no right to be getting agitated with you right now.

Just when tensions grow to their thickest you feel a warm embrace on your shoulder.

"Y/N? Is everything okay my beloved?" His deep voice resonates for a moment and you close your eyes, deeply inhaling and exhaling. Thank the archons.

His burning golden-yellow eyes switch between you and the man, and seeing your relief so evident on your features is all he needs to know what's been happening during his absence.

"Ah, I see." He softly adds.

Before you can even mutter a word he's gently guiding you behind him and standing before the man.

"To behave in such a vile manner, during a party like this? Have you no shame sir?" He speaks loud, drawing the eyes of everyone in the small gathering room. Eerily silent, even the orchestra stop as his voice just demands that tone of obedience.

The man's face begins to drown in a dark red, the signs of an embarrassed fool.

"To harass a young lady, when she so politely declined your proposal? Shameful. You are aware she is a taken soul yes? Or maybe your brain lacks the intelligence to piece such things into existence." Zhongli continues to belittle the man before everyone in the room, all of them tutting and shaking their heads, groaning and sneering at the man, being exposed for the pig he is.

Finally two Milleleth come over, acting appropriately, Zhongli explains what happened and they're quick to escort the man out. Everyone chuckles and some even clap, like a villain was finally put to justice in a play before them all.

You stand there, somewhat embarrassed but mostly, you're stuck solid in admiration and love for your brave and bold boyfriend who so selflessly sticks himself out in public like this, his love for you really never stops shocking you.

He turns back to you and elegantly offers you the wine glass, you'd not even realised he'd been clasping two wine glasses delicately between his long fingers in one hand during that whole ordeal.

You accept it graciously and smile at him. Clinking your glass with his before you both take soft sips.

"I love you Zhongli." Is all you can say, as a thank you to all he does for you so often.

"And I you, Y/N." He hums contently back to you.

You both continue to finish your glasses and then embrace eachother for a slow dance, the night went on to be very enjoyable for you both, thanks to your boyfriend always being so quick to right the wrongs of those around you all.

Something about that man, he just seems to know everything.

Childe

Why was this happening?

"Please leave me alone." You softly say, still trying to be polite with your tone. However repeating yourself for the fifth time now, you're feeling like this isn't going to end well.

You took another sharp right, snaking down another pathway, a fools hope to think the two guys tailing you would be led astray so easily.

They rounded the corner right behind you, both snickering and whispering to each other.

You just wanted to get home.

"Hey sugar~" one of the guys chuckled out before cackling with his other friend beside him. Both still uncomfortably close behind you.

Just ignore them, just get home.

You keep walking, not far now. Though the sound of their steps picking up starts to cause your heart to beat at an unsteadily faster pace.

"Yoo-hoo! Come onnnn baby girl~ we just want you to talk to us, pleaseeee?" The voice sounded different in tone, probably the friend speaking this time.

Your face scrunched in disgust. Just a talk your ass, who whistles and drools after a girl down several pathways and allys for just a talk.

Nearly there... home is so close.

Just as hope began to seep into your chest it was quickly ripped away when you felt a sudden harsh grip on your wrist- this was it... you was about to scream, until you heard his voice...

You look back, seeing the guys hand still on your wrist while the other guy was drawing in on you but was now directed toward the tall dark ginger haired man waltzing down the path behind you all, very calmly.

"You have... three seconds? Yea. Three seconds to get your hand off my girl." His girl... that's right. You couldn't help the smile that crept on your lips. He always did know how to make an entrance didn't he?

"You what? Is that suppose to be a threat? Haha! What you gonna do about it pretty boy? This one's ours! Back off loser!" The guy dusts your boyfriend aside, unbeknownst to him of course. Big mistake.

"Times up." He says, now suddenly right behind them both, having been so far down the path not only seconds ago-

They jump in shock turning fast, one going to swing a punch that he easily dodges taking a step to the left, grabbing the man's arm and twisting it fast and painfully behind his back, immobilising him in such a fast motion.

Seeing the other man still in shock he casually shoves the immobilised man at him, such impact given they both fall over. He looks down at them, utter disgust in his eyes.

Dusting his hands off slowly before continuing his casual stroll over to you, standing beside you and allowing his arm to rest over your shoulders and back of your neck, a stance of domination to the two men, a sign of claiming you as his own boldly, that you more than openly welcome.

They begin to pick themselves up, dusting themselves as best they can, though no amount of dusting will clean there broken egos and pride right now. Good

Childe doesn't even acknowledge them any further, now having his entire attention on you. His hand clasping your chin to aim your face on him, he's growing sick over the fact you've been giving them more of your time then they'll ever deserve.

"Did they hurt you Girlie? Are you okay? I told you to wait at the door for me, please don't be so impatient next time okay? Filth surround these streets like insects to a corpse." He speaks so sweetly, full of love and concern in his own Harbinger way, still being sure to show dominance in his small ministrations of care and affection to you, just so the men get it through their skulls, you're his, and his alone.

They get the picture soon enough however. His attire, his mask lazily hung at the side of his head, his attitude, his fighting skills- you'd be stupid to not know a Harbinger stood before you specially when Childe emits such authority.

They turn quietly and walk away together, rather quickly too.

His ocean blue eyes darted to their movements seeing them run, tails between their legs, the smirk on his face unable to remain hidden.

"Thank you Childe, for that... and also, sorry... for just leaving without you, I just started getting a bit home sick I guess..." You softly confess to your worried boyfriend.

His eyes burn and linger on the men for a few seconds longer before finally coming back to you, filling back up with soft admiration.

"Shh, its fine my little humming bird. My mistake for forcing you to stay out so long, Fatui business can be rather boring for outsiders. I'll walk you home if you like?" He rubs small, gentle circles against your cheek. His smile so warm and charming.

You nod back softly, a gentle smile back. He chuckled and wraps his arm playfully around your shoulders again pulling you into him. You look forward giggling and begin to pass idle chatter. But unaware to you, his face turns ever so slightly and lingers at where those men left the ally.

"How many times have I got to ask, disobedient scum." His voice was laced with an undying anger, more a last warning then a question leaving his lips.

Another swift and hard kick aimed at your lower abdomen left you heaving, a sharp inhale of air being choked out by another painful coughing fit.

Your hand weakly shook down to press against your aching stomach, your body littered with bruises and cuts now, dried blood stuck to your every wound that this monster had carelessly inflicted upon you.

"My patience is running thin." His voice bellowed out again, the irony to speak of patience when the man failed to have an ounce of it, it didn't leave you without a dry chuckle escaping your cracked lips.

Which of course, he heard all too clearly.

The sound of shuffling as his foot lifted up- you knew already to tense for the impact. The fact he hadn't held back this whole time meant you knew better than anyone now to severely brace yourself.

Eyes squeezed shut tightly awaiting for another harsh hit to land against you. Waiting, and waiting. Then you felt it, a cold sensation against your cheek, it sprawled across the entirety of your skin, allowing goosebumps to rise with such haste.

Your eyes shot open and every breath filled with nothing but disbelief to what be displayed before you. Crouched down you could see the intricate design of his clothes more clearly now; through one eye at least, somewhere through the beating he'd given your left eye too much swelling and left it blood shot. Your vision was too blurred to look through it anymore.

His hand was stretched out, touching your skin, you wanted to reel back in horror, in disgust. But the look in his motionless eyes left your blood running cold, your body was on standby, unresponsive to your pleading to create space between you and him.

His abuse you'd been able to handle as of so far, but this sudden act of gentleness, such a mercy he was incapable of giving, you knew for sure. It was all an act, and the fact you knew this is what made his hand carefully caressing your cheek all the more chilling, all the more terrifying.

Your heart was trying to break through your ribcage now that you was sure of, beating so fast and hard, your breaths had been sounding uneven and erratic the moment he'd closed the gap between you two. Why he was just crouched there, studying your battered and broken form with such a monotone expression was beyond your capability of understanding right now.

"I see now." His voice shattered the eerie silence that had been filling your body with anxiety from the get go. He sounded so detached, so distant. Not here.

His eyes had glazed over all the scars, cuts, bruises, all the horrible trauma he'd call art. A sudden click of his tongue made you jolt ever so slightly, it was very sudden, an very small, but he felt it.

With an exasperated sigh he lifted back up, the sounds of his hands clapping against his knees in the process, acting a kin to a teacher checking a student who'd fallen in his class.

"Stand up." He ordered.

You let out a soft whimper, the thought alone making your muscles burn and ache.

He rolled his eyes, looking fed up, as if you were behaving like nothing more than a bratty child to him.

Without warning he bent down, tightly grabbing your already damp matted hair into his fist, balling it tightly and secure. Standing back up and yanking you onto your feet followed by a shriek of pain.

"Come now, you haven't lost your legs yet, use them while you still can." Was all he said as he positioned you back to standing up as best as your body could muster. What he said sounded like advice but it was definitely a foreshadowing warning.

You stood there, wobbling, swaying side to side ever so slightly. Your head was in excruciating pain, so dizzy, so unbalanced. The ground wouldn't stop moving around you, your breathing was still hard and heavy, a slight bubble kept making itself known in your breathing. No doubt your insides had taken a battering too, blood trying to rise out from some high probability of internal bleeding.

"Look at me." He ordered again.

You didn't want to obey, of course you didn't, every thought in your head was that of curses and insults being thrown right at that porcelain skinned Harbinger.

But what good what that do you? Except lose your legs huh?

So reluctantly you lifted your disoriented gaze at him; blurred and unfocused you could only know it was him by that obnoxious signature hat of his faintly being read by your one good eye now.

"You believe there is a way out of this don't you?" His hands crossed over one another against his chest. The sound of amusement evident in his villainous voice.

"You believe you can somehow survive long enough to not have to resort to what I was so kindly requesting from you-" He gave you a curt up and down scan before shrugging. "Before you made me lose my temper of course." He finished with a scoff.

You didn't reply, in all honesty you couldn't. You were at a loss for words, a loss for any coherent thought over this matter now. But he was right, you were still hopeful that if you just bared through this long enough, something would happen to help you. Something that wouldn't involve putting him in danger.

Another click of his tongue quickly pulled you away from your thoughts however.

"I know you can talk brat, this stubborn behaviour of yours isn't doing you favours and it's only exhausting my last straws of mercy." His arms tensed with an underlining lace of frustration toward this situation. Good. Like hell you were ever gonna make this easy for him.

After a few more painfully slow seconds of silence he closed his eyes lifting his head and sighing out slowly, his hand raising to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"I'll try this one last time." He let the words roll out slowly, indicating his dying patience now.

"Call, for, him." He ordered.

You stood there, the pain in your body was becoming unbearable from being forced to stand still, the dizziness was growing stronger by the second, the aches, the burning of your cuts and the stinging as the wind blew across your tattered clothes. Your dried blood itchy and uncomfortable, your sweat making you damp and your hair a matted mop of mess. You were clearly the loosing opponent in this fight, you didn't even have a vision to help what feeble fight you'd ever had, but you knew as long as you didn't say that one word, that one name; you were winning.

When it was made apparent that even now you wasn't going to submit, the colour in his eyes somehow managed to darken if it were even possible. He came toward you without a sound, you tried to back up but you fell instantly onto your behind, a grunt escaping your mouth. You were in so much pain and your body just wanted to succumb to the injuries now.

He closed in fast, the look of sheer anger and fury burning in his eyes, locking a fistful of your hair in his hand again he hoisted you up aggressively till your knees were being scuffed and scraped against the cold concrete, looking down at you with nothing but disgust.

"I've been too soft on you, that ends now." Is the last thing you heard before the cackle of lightening fizzed against your ear, and before you could protest you were cut off by your own blood curdling screams, electro pulsed through your body with an uncontrolled ferocity. Your skin felt like it was burning alive, your chest tightened and your heart ached, it felt like a heart attack was going to be your final feeling before death finally made you its own.

He stopped after a few seconds, but for you, it felt like hours, steam danced off your body, your skin burning hot, your eyes red with blood, your hairs on your body stood up with fine accuracy, the smell of your fried flesh hit your nose and you instinctively gagged. Your consciousness began to fail you but he roughly shook you in order to keep you there with him, present in the pain.

"We've barely begun my beautiful plaything, let me hear those screams again." He mused against your ear with a venom spilling from the tongue.

It continued for what felt like eternity. The sharp zaps coursing through your blood burning everything in its wake. Leaving you on the near brink of death, everytime you thought he'd finished he start up again. It overwhelmed your mind, your muscles and your senses, all you could make sense of now was pain and agony. Your body was soon to give up entirely whether he wished for it too or not.

Tears finally began to make there way down your cheeks, rushing down fast, dropping onto the concrete, the flesh of your knees long since cut and bruised with blood drying there now too. Another work of art against the canvas that is your skin, that's how Scaramouche would observe it anyway.

He looked down at your face, through the steam; through the hazy fog of purple that had been conjured from his electro. To see your pupils wider than ever; a clear sign you were on your last legs. The crazed smile painted on his face made you sob more violently, made you want to throw up all the remaining contents in your stomach, you dry heaved next to his feet and he scowled at you. Forcing your eyes back up at him.

"Don't even think about it trash." Was all he warned. He couldn't care in the slightest over the pain you was feeling, over the hurt you were going through right now. He physically wasn't capable of it. Besides to him you'd asked for this, had you just obeyed him sooner he wouldn't have had to go to such drastic measures: not that he's complaining, he likes to indulge in his darker fetishes sometimes.

He bought his hand to your face and wiped away your tears onto his thumb, letting it slide against his tongue. A delighted groan escaped him as he done so. He was enjoying this more than he'd previously realised, he could get use to having you as his plaything back at his camp, it would be a good way for him to release his frustration. Pleased with the thought he bent down ever so slightly and leaned right into your reddened ear.

"I think I'm going to keep you around with me for a bit longer. Your kinda growing on me you piece of dirt." He spat it out with such hatred. For how could something so weak and pathetic have such a pretty face and such pretty eyes. He got excited thinking about how he'll soon remove the light from those sparkling eyes, carve more of his artwork into your skin, into his canvas. He'll make you beautiful, his type of beautiful.

You screamed out in sheer fear now, this is not what you'd planned, you just wanted death to take you now. Anything! You refused to let your fate fall into his hands; refused to become his plaything. He looked down at your wailing form, your fragile broken spirit was heavenly to him, pure ecstasy. A devil's grin came across his face as he saw your resolve melt before him, saw your stubborn attitude falter and break. Then he finally got what he wanted.

"XIAO!" You screamed it at the top of your lungs, you cried it out with every last splinter of energy you had left in you. This isn't what you wanted, but you'd failed your other options, Scaramouche truly was a dark and twisted monster, a demon.

You felt it then and there, the shift in the wind, the change in the atmosphere, he was coming.

Scaramouche closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, overly joyed with the current position he found himself in. Looking down at you one last time, he merely scoffed and threw you to the floor harshly. You'd done your job for him now, once he's dealt with the Yaksha boy you'll be his free reward from all this effort.

He stood there, dead still, waiting slowly, patiently, all senses fired up and on edge. He wasn't a fool, he was privy to how well the adeptus had been trained in the arts of combat. Then suddenly the wind picked up abruptly, howling and whirling around like an untamed beast, the wind mixed the fog and caused a swirling haze to blanket over both you and the Harbinger. But he was far too prepared for such a trick, then cutting through the fog and wind like a blade against butter a flash and spear hurdled toward Scara.

A flash of purple and he was gone, you were left there alone now, the wind making your tattered clothes ripple as your hair danced wildly. So cold, so alone, so frightened.

Before you could process you heard the sound of something literally materialise behind you, you began to shake violently as you couldn't believe he'd won so quickly, was Xiao okay? Had you called him to his death... was this all your fault.

You flinched hard when you felt hands snake around your wounded body but then your breath hitched, you could tell from the careful, tender yet awkward embrace it was him, the way the wind didn't chill you anymore, and that soul crushing loneliness disbanded, it had to be him. You turned your head fast and was met with that all too familiar mask. Your heart couldn't help but flutter, for he was the one sign of hope you'd received through this entire ordeal.

"Xiao..." Your voice was barely a whisper, tones of disbelief laced all within it.

He simply nodded at you, his expression unknown for the mask conceiled it. His arms still round you protectively, then faster than you'd ever be able to process he lifts his hand and creates a harsh gust of wind which redirects an incoming bolt of purple electricity that was previously aiming straight for you both, it gets forced elsewhere and cracks somewhere distant against the top of a roof.

You can't see the scowl on Xiaos face but the way his head dips ever so slightly you can tell he's beyond angry. His grip on you loosens and your heart begins to sink, but you know he needs both hands to fight, so weakly you shake your body up to be half propped to see what lays behind the fog.

The faint glow of purple, murky thanks to the wind and fog but still prominent creeps closer, the sounds of lightening cackle and crisp all around; you'd think a thunder was due any moment. But no, this intense power and suffocating presence is thanks to Scaramouche, and Scaramouche alone.

A laugh can be faintly heard, before it picks up in its audibility, still low to the ground Xiao spins round once fast like a bullet and just like it was never there the wind dissipates with the fog, the surrounding environment revealed to you yet again. The blanketed fog finally being swept clear, you feel like you can breath properly again, that is untill the once murky clouded figure of the dreaded Harbinger is now on full display, walking slowly towards you and your now protector Xiao.

"Hate to break up the pathetic little reunion, but that right there." He growls as his finger aims to your weak self, electro cackling from the tip of his finger. "Is property of the Fatui Harbingers now, Yaksha." He finishes with a twisted dark smirk.

Staying low to the ground on purpose Xiao doesn't flinch, doesn't move a muscle, merely remains solid still, tense and alert. The suspense as Scaramouche comes to a halt himself and the stare off begins is stiffling to you. You would've started to believe time had frozen then and there from how silent and still the world became around you three, until Xiao is the first to make a sudden burst toward Scaramouche.

Spear aimed and ready to pierce he lunges forward with accurate precision, however the Harbinger was well known for many reasons; one being his knowledge when it comes to battles, he spins on his heels fast, twirling sharply, causing Xiao to fly past him, his spear catching the Harbingers uniform and tearing a small piece of his delicately woven sleeve.

He doesn't have time to be angry, he'll worry about it once the adeptus boy is dead he tells himself to remain focused, turning to aim his hands at Xiao whose already mid turn about to lunge again, electro blasts from his hands creating a glow of purple that coats across his skin and dances along the concrete floor beneath him.

Xiao flies into the air dodging the electro with ease, but unfortunately for him that is just what Scaramouche aimed for. A Cheshire grin on the twisted boys face is all you see as his hand raises up and he calls out with a tone doused in mockery.

"It's alot harder to dodge when not on solid ground, Yaksha!"

The electro comes cascading from his hands like a never ending fury from within. He's right, it is harder for someone to dodge when falling through the air, but he seemed to forget one very important thing, Xiao was a master in the skies, a shadow that's forever illusive.

Xiaos feet seem to bounce off the air as if he was running and bounding along the ground still; Like stones that ricochet the ripples of water when thrown at perfect angles. The look on the Harbingers face is nothing but frustrated shock. You can't help but be in awe at how Xiao moves so gracefully, such raw talent and skill.

Your face full of admiration doesn't go unnoticed as a pair of deep indigo eyes catches your expression. His lip curls in anger as he faces you, how dare you be looking so safe while still in his presence. Did your pretty self forget that you belong to him now? He glances at your eyes fixated on the Yaksha, and though still royally pissed off that you think you're safe in his presence, your pathetic hopeful look gave him the perfect idea to finish this fight.

Xiao swivels in the air as he sees the attention is no longer on him, but on you. You couldn't possibly tell from so far down but up here where its just him he can freely show worry and concern.

Scaramouche closes in on you at an uneasy pace once again and just like before you cowar slightly as he approaches. Instinctively you raise your hands and wrap them around your sore fragile self.

"No..." the softest of sounds escapes Xiaos lips without him realising as he sees your life going back into danger.

He can't help the rage that boils inside him so quickly as he begins to saw down through the skies, like a falling star picking up speed dangerously so.

"My darling pet, it would almost seem as if you're rooting for the other side-" the words drawl out his mouth in what you can only assume is to suppose to feign hurt.

He grabs your face, squeezing your chin in his grasp forcing your tired eyes to be entranced by his own, burning with a fire inside that only fans more and more out of control.

"But we all know that's not true, right?" He tilts his head expectantly at you, as if he was really awaiting your response.

You swallow down hard, your throat suddenly feeling so dry, so itchy, your chest now possessing that horrible tight sensation yet again.

You open your mouth ever so slightly daring to allow words to whimper from your mouth-

Smack.

Before you could even blink your against the cold concrete yet again, your face pressed hard into the rough stone. He'd lifted his hands from your face and slapped you before you'd even let a word out.

It stung and your eyes watered so much now, you were so fed up with this, but you couldn't help being afraid. Weakly you begin to pick yourself back up, or at least try too. Your arms shaking, your body feeling so heavy now.

You couldn't explain it, but no matter how many times he hit you down, you simply just refused to give in, to submit to him. So no matter how tired you was, how incredibly strained you felt, you started to lift up again, maybe it was your adrenaline, or your need to just survive, but you wouldn't stop trying to defy him.

Xiao was still racing down from the high above skies, he hadn't realised just how high up he'd been pushing himself to keep avoiding that Harbingers devastating electro attacks, but with every passing second his fury and rage kept growing. His resolve slowly beginning to fade, his sensible attitude dissolving, all he could see in his sights was nothing, nothing but, you.

You feel yourself get forced to stop lifting, a gentle caress grazing upon your scalp again, but it wasn't comforting in the slightest, it gave that same spine chilling feeling from before.

You screamed out when he yanked your hair hard like before and slung you around his body like a broken doll, placing you infront of himself, forcing you to be on your knees, angling your head to look up. One hand coiled in your hair, the other pressing the back of your head in a very odd angle.

"Look at that. Look at him." He ordered, and so you did, seeing the small dot that is Xiao slowly becoming bigger, and gradually coming back into focus as he nears you both, speed like a falling meteor.

"Isn't it beautiful to see?" He sighed to himself, your face painted with confusion. Did he not realise that Xiao was closing in to deal a deadly attack? Was he truly that unhinged now...

"Nothing makes me happier than to see them fall apart, loose what they hold so close to them." He kept going and you could do nothing but be forced to listen and watch your protector close in like a predator.

"I think I'm too merciful for my own good." He groaned lowly, and for a moment your breath hitched as you felt the cackle of lightening against the back of your head, that same heart wrenching fizzle sound burning your ears.

"At least the last thing that will kill him is those precious eyes of yours, seems rather fitting mmh?" He asks you with the full intent of not getting a reply. Then it hits you, what dark sinister plan he's conjured up. Your heart begins to race and your breath notches up in pace a couple hundred times over. This couldn't happen, no, it can't... not what he's planning, it can't possibly be what he's actually planning...

"His eyes really are only on you my pet, how sweet, makes me sick to my core." He growls lowly, Xiao was far closer now and was nearly in reach. Scaramouche made sure to keep your head aimed at his encroaching target that is the Yaksha.

What you orginally thought, was in fact the reality Scaramouche had planned out to do. Using your eyes, he has the full intent to fire lightening through your skull, frying you in the process and making the electro beam out from your eyes and hit Xiao head on. Two birds one stone kinda deal, he's nothing but efficient after all.

His grin grew more maliciously as the electro began to fizz and cackle louder from the back of your head now, sweat dripped from your forehead, so frightened and scared that words couldn't leave you. You wanted to scream at Xiao to turn and run, to leave now while he still can, but you were just so afraid... how useless you really were in the end...

"Smile my dear, its the grand finale of this little show after all, and what a performance it has been." He chuckles dryly.

Xiao having lost all control of his stable thoughts continued to barrel down at you both, and just as he got into right vicinity his eyes widened behind his mask, finally catching sight of the position you were in, on your knees in front of that deranged Harbinger. Being made to watch as he comes diving down, it is barely noticeable but to an Adepti the slightest things can be spotted from so far away, and that's how he manages to lock into the slight colouration of purple glimmering from behind your head.

You were trapped and had no way out of the position you were in, and for reasons he couldn't clearly explain he felt him getting too close was only gonna further worsen your position right now. So without thinking he hisses beneath his breath and is gone in a sudden haze of black and teal fog. Having teleported while in midair.

The Harbinger let's out an inhumane snarl from under his lips, and for a brief second you're utterly relieved that Xiao was able to pick up on something at least, even if it only was a little awry to him. He has no idea how serious that quick thinking decision really was right now...

Scaramouche can't help but grow rapidly irritated and throw you against the ground again. He turns to you, realising he can't sense the Yaksha anymore. What was this adeptus playing at? He was in no mood for anymore games that was for sure.

"Where is he." He growls at you, to which you only cough and heave in reply. Sprawled across the floor like an abused toy with a temperamental child as its owner. He lifts his hand up to you and the electro cackles once again.

"Very well; if I can't kill him, I'll settle with taking what he holds most precious to him." He clicks his tongue lazily after the words leave his mouth. He wasn't about to go back empty handed from all this, that's what he thought until he glanced up having felt the undeniable presence of someone all to familiar.

His eyes lock with the figure, the man stood upon one of the roofs, his shouldered cloak swaying in the wind, his deep ginger hair dancing gently across his deep crimson mask. His daggers resting either side his waist, the water droplets running down onto the tiles of the roof beneath him from the hydro formed weapons.

Scaramouches eyes narrow, he couldn't be sure but was that fool really challenging him right now? Or did the ill mannered brute have news to report. Eitherway the lower ranks presence had put a damper on the mood, he growls lowly not allowing his eyes to leave his so called colleagues form for a second, a thousand words pass in a single glance between the two Harbingers. The cackling stops and before you can even lift your head back up Scaramouche is gone.

Your sight finally begins to leave you slowly, and using what ounce of strength you have left you tilt your head up; your matted hair dropping around your face and clinging to your sweat and blood in a very ungracious manner. There you see him, you couldn't mistake that silhouette for anyone else; Tartaglia.

Standing there for a second longer than needed he looks at you scanning you, and as quickly as he appeared he turns and drops off the roof silently, disappearing.

Alone, tired, cold, frightened.

You hear voices growing louder somewhere, distant, so very distant.

"Y/N!"

"Miss Y/N, please, stay with us."

"We gotta get her somewhere safe fast, Xiao get her to Wangshu Inn fast!"

So many voices, all sounding so familiar... oh, that gentle embrace again? It feels so warm around your body, such tender care...

Such a pity you passed out before you could see who the voices came from.

Three Days Pass.

Your eyes open slowly, fluttering against the sun light that beams at you. It's blinding and painful, your eyes still far too sore for such a sudden intrusion.

You hear the sound of curtains pulling and the strain on your eyes relax, the room now a more dim colour. Your vision blurs for a second before finally things come into focus again.

Your heart stops for but a second when you're met with those golden eyes glaring at you from a slight distance.

"Xiao..." You whisper more to yourself than to anyone else.

His expression looks so stern, so angry, so scary...

But when your own face shows the slightest of fear. His expression softens instantly.

He doesn't dare move closer to you, not because he doesn't want to, but because he simply doesn't know what to do once he does.

You lay there, sore and achy, bruised and cut, but your wounds have been tended to expertly, bandages and plasters as well as stitches now engulf your skin, but you're in a soft warm bed with cosy silk cotton pjamas on.

You gave yourself a gentle once over and hummed in thought to who could've done this, it looks like it was all done with care and consideration, was it Ganyu? No... her stitches look different.

Mr. Zhongli perhaps? No that doesn't seem right either.

"I did it all." His voice breaks through your rushing thoughts and you look at him wide eyed, unintentionally of course, but it was a shock to hear.

"Y-... you did this for me?" You question back to him.

The way your voice falters and sounds so weak doesn't go unheard by him, he scolds himself mentally yet again before continuing.

"Yes, it was the least I could do, for not having been able to save you." He says it so harshly, but you can't help but feel like the harshness is for himself more than someone else.

You go to sit up and before you can even speak he's beside you gently pushing you back down. You look up in shock again, he's touching you so willingly now too?

The look you give makes him break from his sudden actions too, a faint dusted pink adorning his face as he clears his throat and steps back again.

"Don't..." He starts loud but his tone dies down increasingly so.

"-move so quickly. You need to heal." He finished awkwardly, and you can't help but smile gently. Something you didn't think you'd ever be able to do again.

"Thank you Xiao, but I'm okay don't worry." You say it as sweetly as you can but it inevitably falls on deaf ears.

"Xiao, what do you mean you didn't save me? Of course you did." You begin your long lecture for how could he not realise without him you would've died several times over?

"I know what you're thinking right now Xiao, and I'm telling you now, stop it. You saved me back there. Because of your fast thinking, he couldn't do..." You feel it... the cackling sensation, the fizzing sound. You whimper involuntarily and Xiao tenses uncomfortably. He wants nothing more than to embrace you, to make you feel safe again, the anger seething under his skin right now isn't going to help anything and he knows that, but by archons he can't help it.

Despite the terrifying images coming back into memory you continue.

"He couldn't do what he planned, which would've resulted in both of us dying... you left to get help didn't you?" You look at him expectantly.

His face turns away but he nods ever so slightly anyway, answering your question.

"You played it smart Xiao, and because of that I'm safe. I'm here. I'm breathing. I'm... still able to see you." You add truthfully at the end which causes another blush to flush against his face.

You giggle uncontrollably at his reaction. To which he grunts at, but you see it, that small smile creep onto his face.

You feel yourself relaxing finally again. His presence always has this effect on you. Making you feel so warm and safe, so happy.

But it ends when he finally moves closer without clouded thought this time. His hand comes out, faltering in its movement slightly before he forces himself to follow through.

Gently stroking your cheek now, it's different to when that vile Harbinger touched you. You feel the affection; the care and love.

Trying to get his words and emotions across through such a complicated action to himself he opts in resting his forehead against your own. Both your eyes closing.

"You had me so worried..." He finally speaks out.

You sighed gently in response.

"Why didn't you call me sooner?" He asks out, and it sounds so pained that it hurts you. For its true... why didn't you call him sooner?

"I... I didn't wanna put you in danger." You find yourself voicing your thoughts aloud before you could give a second thought.

"Y/N..." He says it in a tone that has your eyes opening and you're suddenly lost for breath when your eyes are met with his glowing back at you.

"I gave you the right to call me for that reason alone, for to me, you're worth throwing my life into danger over." He confesses it with a blush apparent the whole time. Which makes you unable to hold back your own blush.

"Next time... don't wait so long okay? If... if something like this ever happens again, please..." he means every word. So you can't lie to him.

"I... I'll try too..." You whimper softly back to him and he let's his thumb rub against your cheek lovingly, unknowingly.

You were a dear friend to him, maybe more, but for now, the only thing that matters is keeping you safe.

You giggle as a thought brushes across you. To lighten the mood you joke.

"I feel I held my own back there pretty good, for a visionless person after all." You mused playfully.

The look he gives you makes you suddenly feel tense though for he lifts back up and smirks at you.

"Visionless?" He questions in a playful tone, something you were definitely not use to, but savoured the odd moments they came about.

Your brow raises in confusion and he grins wider as he pulls something out from his pocket and chucks it at you.

Catching it on reflex your hands encase around the item and you look up at him.

"What?" You question back at him and he merely crosses him arms awaiting your reaction to what's in your hands.

Glancing down you open up your hands, your eyes widen, your heart beating fast again. A vision... an anemo vision... in your hands...

"It appeared beside you when you passed out. While in my arms. Just as I went to bring you back here, Ganyu ordered me to fix you and Zhongli said he was going to start looking into that Harbinger as he has connections that will get him answers." He began and while he explained you caressed the item in your hands, still filled with disbelief that you'd been granted one...

"It appeared upon your chest Y/N. Right above your heart." He spoke with such absolute surety.

"Anemo, the Archon of that element stands for freedom Y/N. The right to make your own choice. Something you did during that horrific ordeal must've spoken to the Archon as he watched over." Xiao spoke like he was guessing, but unknowingly to you, he knew very well why it had been given to you, for not that you'd ever know, but he was more well acquainted with the Anemo Archon than he led on.

"I... I... ha-..." You couldn't speak anymore and he simply chuckled.

He leant back into you and caressed your cheek before stroking your hair.

"Rest Y/N. You need it. I'll check on you shortly okay?" He said before disappearing, allowing no room for protest from you.

You let the vision rest beside you, on your bedside table, still in shock. Your mind going into overdrive now.

One thing was for sure as sleep slowly claimed you that night.

You were gonna be much more prepared the next time that Harbinger showed up.

Xiao would make sure of it.

You're the only thing on his mind.

You drive him crazy, really you do.

Countless nights wasted on trying to figure out what exactly about you is so endearing to him.

(Nights that should be spent on preparing for his next meetings and proposals. So many deadlines due but they all are left unattended when the thoughts of you plague him.)

Is it the way you dress and speak? Elegant in appearance yet fierce with those double edged words of yours.

Fascinating.

Holding your posture with such dignity, such poise. Commendable.

You're the perfect description of what a woman should be. To him at least.

But this needy behaviour that's grown part of him? Shameful.

The desperation to hear your voice and see your face, the hopeful desires to steal a glance of your thighs, your skin, those lips-

Honestly! This has to stop, you have to stop whatever cruel joke you're tugging him along in right now.

He's never one to shy away from mind games when political warfare kicks off between the clans, its where he thrives.

But this? Mind games of the heart and emotions he keeps hushed down beneath calming waves?

Untouched territory he wishes to leave dormant for eternity.

So often he plays the master puppeteer that this new foreign feeling of having his string pulled for once, is numbing him to his everyday obligations.

Simple way to stop this unruly behaviour of his however, no longer allow you visitation rights to his estate.

Cancel all bindings he has with you and your businesses, refuse his sister (bless her poor mind for trying to understand the situation.) The opportunity to see you.

Once he's cut you out his life he can begin to move on, to heal, its really the only way for him to ever be cured of this consistent throb of his heart whenever you're close.

He'd already began to make the notes and actions required to cancel all contact with you, until you came sauntering into his office, right then an there-

"Mr.Kamisato~" your voice sing-songs into his spacious office.

Hurried shuffling of papers and pens were greeted to you as you watched the pale blue haired commissioner shove the papers into his drawer, a dusted pink across his cheeks as he clears his throat finally meeting your gaze.

"Y/N? W- Ahem." The man's voice cracked in tone which caused him to cease his sentence.

Swiftly adjusting the clothes that adorn round his neck he inhales deeply, recollecting his prior demeanour of laid back and sophisticated.

"Miss L/N, what brings you here today?" He says sternly but with that signature smile of his painted perfectly across his face.

Your brow raises at the display you just witnessed but you merely roll your eyes in blissful unawareness to the situation.

"I was coming by to ask if your younger sister, the young lady of the estate, is free to go for a stroll later on tonight, accompanied by me of course." You say it all so politely, that innocent smile on you. The exact one that gives Ayato those annoying momentary shut downs of his brain functioning correctly.

You're so tempting and alluring without trying or even realising, really he was astonished. You never failed to impress him.

"Oh? A stroll you say? And where would this stroll lead the two of you ladies?" He keeps his captivating gaze locked onto you, the smile never leaving, his tone peaking in height ever so slightly, almost feigning interest to your proposal. The teasing games he played with you never stopped entertaining him.

A small pout forms on your lips-

Cu- Stop. Inwardly he groans to himself.

A nervous chuckle leaves your lips at the sudden interrogation being thrown at you by the young Commissioner, awkwardly shuffling your weight from one foot to the other as your hand scratches in a fidgeting manner on the back of your neck as you scramble for a response, damn him for always being so involved with his younger sisters ordeals!

It is hard enough talking to him about the small business partnership you have with the attractive older man, but to pile on to it you have to address him with any and all outgoings you plan with Ayaka, and of course he's got to be bloody handsome too! Ugh! Think! He is looking right at you, ughhhh!

"W-well, no where too far, I just know how much she loves to wander and sight see, so I thought it would be a nice surprise to take her on a stroll is all." You said sheepishly, trying to look more intact that you were currently feeling inside.

Ayato shifts his weight casually while sitting in his chair, having had his fingers intertwined this whole time to be used for a chin rest, allowing him to remain propped up and eyes solely on you. Displaying an act of interest and curiosity as you speak, merely to disguise his treacherous thoughts that delve into too dangerous a water for him.

"I see." is all he says, so stoic, so monotone, no hint of what is really running a thousand miles through his mind right now.

Oh how he cries inside at the thoughts of him stealing a kiss, brushing his hand against your thigh, any contact that would make your breath run from your lungs, to see that flustered cute pink tone that dusts your cheek so innocently.

Another moment claws by painstakingly too slow for your liking, the room suddenly feels much more smaller, and hotter too...

This tension, you couldn't decipher its origin, does he truly have such a distaste to you hanging around his younger sister? You have been warned about how the young Commissioner can be to those that try get too close to his sister, but surely you had not given him a reason to give you those intimidating looks, that heavy stare, drowning in... something.

It simply becomes too much, this silent treatment topped with the unbearable suffocation of tension overwhelms you to the point you feel like you're about to fry.

With a gentle sigh and a polite, curt bow you close your eyes briefly and reopen them with a soft smile, no malice, no harshness, just pure, unfiltered kindness.

"I understand Lord Kamisato, I shall take my leave now-"

"Understand what," - His stern voice is quick to respond, almost too quick. His hand is now open in a flat palm gesture, as if trying to summon the excuse from you from sheer will alone. - "exactly?"

You swallow down slowly, your skin suddenly starting to tingle, the heat from your cheeks becomes a dusted pink, and you must be going delirious from this stifling ordeal because you could've sworn you just heard a strangle whimper escape the young Commissioner's lips.

Slowly he rises from his chair, his presence becoming all the more weighted around you as his figure grows in height, devastatingly so, seeing him behind that office desk so much really does allow one to forget just how tall of a man the remarkable Lord is, huh?

As he begins his slow circle around his desk, one step drawn out longer than one before as he does you find yourself frozen solid to the ground, in fear? No, excitement, maybe just nervousness? It was all such a blur to you.

It did not help that the sun had begun to set in Inazuma, the sky becoming a mixture of orange and pink hues, allowing for the small dim of light still prying through the flawlessly designed glass window, to perfectly accentuate just how mesmerising that intense purple glow of his eyes really is.

"Well? Miss L/N, I am waiting for your response." His voice seems to fill the room now, the room that seems to grow smaller and smaller around you. Your nervousness takes the better grip on you and you begin to fidget with your fingers, hands pressed hard into your lower abdomen from the hesitancy aiding your silence.

His eyes dart to your actions and a small sly smirk creeps onto his lips, how cute you truly were, he had no idea that when put under this type of pressure you could crumble so easily. Perhaps in broader topics such as business deals and trading talks you are as fierce a hunter as he is, but here, you were clearly in foreign territory-

which by default, makes you prey. His prey.

He was teasing you, you wasn't blind or stupid, this was another one of his games, you knew up close and personal just how much the young Lord loved his teasing games, business or leisure related, but your mind drew a total blank when trying to conclude what his end goal here was.

You knew what you wished it was, what you spent countless nights fantasising over, but this was not your dream, you were not asleep, this was real and happening. So instead of allowing yourself to be whisked up into one of his more than likely cruel games you clear your throat, swallowing the lump that had began to make home and spoke clearly.

"You have made it no guessing game that you dislike my company, around you and your sister, Lord Kamisato. I am sorry for whatever I did to gouge such a disliking to me, but you avoid my meetings as much as possible with you when deals are in planning between our businesses-" - as you rattle on with the never ending list of reasons its blatantly -and painfully- obvious he dislikes you, the man being held accountable for all accusations begins to close the gap between you and him step, by, step.

"Not to mention you always send your housekeeper, Thoma I believe is his name yes? The boy from Mondstadt; yes him, he seems to always be lurking around when me and Ayaka ever decide to just hang about." Your eyes narrow as you begin to agitate yourself with the list that never ends, as if recognising yourself just how much this man despises your existence around him and his family.

You hadn't realised however, that as he drew closer you continued to stepped backwards, as if subconsciously trying to keep that distance from him, as if somehow you knew if he drew too close it could spell something, dangerous.

He is being swallowed whole by his needy intentions as you speak, he cannot help the thumping of his heart in his chest as he sees you keep your tough façade all the while backing away from his every advance, nervous little thing aren't you?

He allows you to keep drawing out your ammunition, shot after shot fired at him, and his less than kind actions toward you these past several months, you were almost right too, he has to give you credit for being so close but not quite on the bullseye. A few mistakes that need to be corrected however, and he is more than happy to help.

"I am sorry for overstaying my welcome, I am sorry for being such a hassle and a burden, I will take my leave now and you will never have to see my face again, your message is loud and clear Lord Kamisato." You spit the final words from you, your anger now liquid fire in your veins, the audacity of this man, how had you let it go by for so long? Why did you continue to stick around where someone clearly despises you.

You know exactly why...

Because a small part of you begged to the darkness that it was your imagination, that the man you dream about and lust over so shamefully doesn't hate you so. But the game is finally over now, and you have come out, a loser, like you always knew you would.

Your back finally pressed against the door, your head dropping down, gaze stuck to the floor at your shoes. The sadness making you sink deeper, all the smiles, laughs and jokes, all the exchanges of pleasantries and countless attempts to offer him to join you and Ayaka on those walks, clearly they were nothing to him but more fuel for this twisted game of his.

You sigh, defeated.

You go to turn your face and body to open the door and leave now, only to damn near jump out your skin when a hand smacks abruptly against your face, the palm flat out against the door.

You quickly turn your attention back to the young Commissioner and then it dawns on you like bricks in bag being dropped onto your head.

You're trapped.

Caged in, by his large, well built frame, his arms locked into place either side your head, his eyes glowing still with that undiscernible hunger swirling deep within.

He is close, too close.

Your mouth opens, desperately trying to find words, any words, something, say something!

Just as quick as your words come to mind- they fizzle back down into nothingness. What can you even say right now?

The young Commissioner glares down at you still, his eyes drinking in your every inch of skin, the way he shamelessly lets them wander down further, catching more than an eyeful of your cleavage. The way his tongue slowly slips out, to glide along his bottom lip in a criminally suave way before allowing it to retreat back, a smirk present on his lips as they close back once again.

You finally allow your eyes to meet back within the heated crossfire of his own, his head slowly descending, his breath now hot against your face, so close, so close, so close!

"Are you done, Miss L/N?" His voice sounds hoarse now, raspy even, as his head tilts ever so slightly to the side, his brow raising into an amused quizzical expression.

"I...wh-, bu-" you stutter embarrassingly so.

"Excellent, then allow me to correct where you were wrong in those oh so venomous words of yours." he interrupts your incoherent babbling, his voice still raspy yet holding an ounce of strictness, as if clasping at what little sanity and control he had left.

"Yes, you're right, I very much do try my best to avoid you, to keep you away from my sister, I do order my housekeeper" -His hand leaves the door, the other still firmly planted, allowing his free hand to place against your shoulder where it joins your neck, the perfect juncture to let him test a light squeeze; to which you grant him a delicious sounding gasp- "Thoma, to keep track of your every move. I do all this and so very much more."

"I cannot stand being near you anymore, hearing your voice, seeing your face, your body..." His leg discreetly finds it way between yours, slotting into place between your pillow soft thighs. What is happening right now?! Your eyes widen however when feeling the brush of his knee against your clothed sex, a soft gasp leaving you again from sheer shock, a spark of mischievous desire glimmers in his eyes from your reaction, a dusted pink across your cheeks now darkening.

Acting on instinct now you lift both your hands and press at his chest, a weak and futile attempt to get the man away, to give you breathing space, but with a click of his tongue and a motion too swift for your eyes to keep track on he has both your hands pinned above your head with one of his own locking them solid, right where he wants them.

"Your attitude, so annoying, so damn... addicting." His hand now clasps your chin, strongly but with little pressure to assure he doesn't actually hurt you. How beautiful you are right now, completely trapped in all that is him, your eyes so wide with confusion and, oh my? Is that excitement he spots over your flustered face?

Oh, how delectable.

"So many nights, wasted, lost, thrown away as I think of you, just you, only ever you. You, you, you." His face begins to near your own once again, the slight shuffle you make goes unnoticed as his grip remains firm on your restrained hands, his knee pressing further into your clothed sex and lightly, so, so lightly beginning to rub.

His breath is so hot, his own cheeks now painting a faint pink across them as you feel his breathing pick up unevenly with its pace, he draws closer, purposefully allowing his lips to float with a feathery embrace past your own, along your jawbone, past your cheek and right to your ear.

The low husky growl that slips by him, reverberates against your trapped figure, and fans the heat that ever so slightly begins to pool down below.

"But it isn't because I hate you," he says with a tone too husky for your consciousness to fully grasp anymore, the senses being assaulted and overwhelmed causes you to blur things around you, leaving you in a burning dream like state, whatever spell he's casted on you, you don't want it to end.

Archons, don't let this end.

"I hate how wild you make me, how needy you leave me, desperate, shamefully pining after you,-" he continues to whisper with a raspy tone, biting your ear lobe and sucking softly, gently, making sure it stimulates but does not mark.

All as this keeps going you find your weight growing heavier on your own two feet, the struggle to stand up right suddenly dawning on you, how weak in the knees he is causing you to become, the constant delicate friction against your clothed sex driving you into a frenzy, teetering just below not enough, but floating effortlessly in certainly noticeable.

Your hands begin to clench into tight fists, the need to ground yourself becoming stifling, reality slips from you fast as you feel your heat rising, your need to feel the sweet sensation of proper fiction begins to cloud all your other judgement. Why won't he just add the tiniest bit more pressure.

Your pleading eyes meet with predatory ones now, your breath fast and uneven, more so than his own, your hands continuing to tense as your body also tenses against him, your thighs squeezing his leg, the almost sadistic smile on his face sends a shiver down your spine, his grip on your chin not faltering as he aims your face up, your eyes pricking with tears as you stare at the mans ceiling.

"Mr Kamisato, please-" he nips your ear causing you to gasp and silence yourself mid sentence.

Lifting his face up now, looking down at you, helping to form the reality he wants you to see now, that you, are his prey, his entirely, and it is entirely up to him what happens next.

"Say what I want to hear from you L/N." he demands with a stern but shaky voice, the feather light rubbing of his knee still painfully present against your now aching clothed sex, the heat pooling rapidly below.

Your brows furrow, and knit together, confused at his demand, so fried from all that is going on to be able to make proper heads or tails of any of this now, what is it he desires to hear from you?

"Ad-mit, It." he leans into your presence now, consuming you whole in his suffocating presence, willingly allowing you to drown in him as he lets his hot breath brush against your lips, those amazing lips that he is crying to kiss, but refuses to give in till given what he wants.

"Y/N, Admit it." his voice staggers and wavers now, his own resolve beginning to melt.

Then it clicks! What he desires to hear! What you thought was but a faint dream... a fantasy never to be gifted daylight...

"Ayato... I love yo-" you are not allowed to finish, your words are swallowed up entirely by Ayato, his mouth pressed tight into your own, his lips against yours as his hot tongue dances and out manoeuvres your lazy and tired one, drunk on the intensity the kiss washes you in, crashing into you like crazy waves against rocks as the tide closes in on you both, threatening to wash you both away.

His grip on your hands, on your chin leave in favour to grasp and squeeze around your waist, your plush rear, your thick thighs, anything he can let his fingers sink into, he makes sure he does, the need to grope and feel all of you, every last, inch, eating him whole, the air in your lungs leaves you, stinging.

Your own hands rake through his soft silky baby blue hair, your nails digging slightly into his scalp, a low groan leaving his lips, muffled as it is consumed along with the rest of his noises. Your own being swallowed continuously by him, neither of you allowing the other to break away, though the desperation for air grows incredibly more pressing.

His knee jerks up and presses hard into your clothed sex, a soft pliant moan escapes you as he flings his head back and up to allow a sharp inhale of air.

And here you both stand, shamelessly rutting and grinding into one another, like love sick animals, void of all dignity and composure, feverish pants, drawn out sighs and gentle moans and groans leaving the pair of you as you practically ride yourself against his knee, that he continues to graciously press and rub harder between your thighs.

Your so close, so close... so, so close. His rubbing, just the right pace, right pressure, perfect, the sounds, the gropes and touches, the closeness of him, the high you ride from finally giving into your desires for this man and seeing them whole heartedly returned back with the same animalistic hunger. Delicious.

"Do it Y/N." he growls out at you, his hands never ceasing their constant groping and squeezing, one hikes your leg up and off the floor, suspended in the air by him, allowing him to dig his knee further into your hot and achy clothed sex.

"Cum for me, Y/N." he hums lovingly right into your ear as he continues his masterful ministrations.

Hearing your name full from his lips so sinfully, sickening with the dripping twang of possessiveness from him, it could make any sane person scream.

Close, close, close-

Knock, knock.

What?

Both of your eyes widen as the noise clicks into place in your minds, how swift he is to drop your leg and move away, soft and elegant as he does, still stood there panting and dishevelled he wastes no time grasping your hand and tugging you away from the door beside him, his arm wrapping around your waist tightly, though you're not complaining, you could use the aid in keeping up right, right now.

"Who is it?" Ayato says out loud, his voice cracking slightly causing him to cough and clear it once more, and just like that he regains his sophisticated and professional demeanour.

"O-oh, hello big brother! I, may I come in?" that sweet gentle voice, you knew a mile away who it was, Ayaka.

Still slightly bewildered from all that has taken place you glance up at Ayato feeling unsure, but when you're met with a sinister grin you merely whine, knowing how much he revels in seeing you the way you are right now, so of course its no surprise when he-

"Of course my beloved little sister, come right in!" he chirps happily.

-does that.

The door creeks open and in comes the sweet younger Lady of the house, accompanied by none other than Thoma, you could just about die right now huh?

Upon seeing you, both Ayaka and Thoma widen their eyes, in a happy surprise, though surprised for sure to see you so close and 'friendly' with Lord Kamisato.

"Y/N!" Ayaka beams happily and runs over giving you a sudden hug which you laugh nervously and return, happy to see her, but... just not at this exact moment.

"What a pleasant surprise to see you, Miss Y/N." Thoma gives you his signature happy smile.

"Haha, it is so nice to see you both too!" you say back trying to show the same enthusiasm, however the heat on your face never leaves you as you're constantly feeling the tight grip of Ayato around your lower back.

"I came to ask my brother if he would be okay with me going on that stroll with you later, and Thoma asked if he could join too, would that be okay Ayato?" Ayaka stares up innocently toward her big brother, as do you, Thoma glancing from afar, nervous for some unknown reason to you and Ayaka but entirely known by the young Commissioner.

"Hmm, I do not see why not, I know how much Thoma loves to see Miss L/N, and spend time with you, Ayaka." He makes sure his eyes lock with Thomas as he emphasis the last part of his sentence, causing Thoma to blush and laugh nervously.

Ayaka claps happily, blissfully unaware of all that has taken place minutes prior to her walking into Ayato's office, she giggles exiting while calling out; "Well let us go then guys! I love star gazing with you two!"

Thoma nervously watches Ayaka leave before meeting with Ayato's gaze again, that eerie smile on the young Lords face causes shivers down his and your spine as he merely hums in amusement.

"Do keep my sister safe Thoma, I shall help young L/N catch up in a second." His hand motions for him to take his leave which he is quick to follow with a polite; "Yes, My Lord."

Your tired, dizzy, exhausted mentally and physically, confused, so damn confused, and just at a loss for anything right now.

Your mouth opens to finally ask a question, but it is shot down fast as Ayato steps away and extends his arm out in a hooked gesture.

"Care to go on a walk with me, Miss L/N?" He asks so politely, a true gentleman, or so one would believe.

You smirk, fully aware it wasn't just a passing moment of heated embrace now, that he does in fact have feelings for you as deeply as you do for him.

"Oh? Very odd for you to offer me on an evening stroll Mr Kamisato." You playfully jest back as you let your arm slide and link into place with his own.

You both begin to step out of his office to follow the pathway Ayaka and Thoma both now walk side by side down.

"Yes, well, I thought it was about time I took you up on one of those offers, after all, I pride myself on being a gentleman, and what type of gentleman would I be to allow such a beautiful young lady such as yourself to go home tonight, unattended." He gives you a flash of a dangerously flirtatious smirk, the desire still burning with in those purple eyes of his, and you swore you felt your stomach do several flips from the sight.

The night was still young after all, oh yea...

He's been around siblings, he knows the mood swings younger sisters can have, the tantrums young boys can pull; but the one he loves always struggling with an internal suffering- thats a new one comrade.

However he's not one to back down don't get me wrong.

He'll always be by your side whenever he's got the slightest of free time.

He'll take you out for strolls to distract you, fancy dinners to make you feel special.

Anything you want, he will aquire it. Any means necessary, and I mean, any.

Hes an extrovert by nature, but that doesn't mean he won't stay inside, cuddled in bed with you, allowing time to flow by while he lends his ear to you.

He'll listen to your problems, he won't utter a response or hand out advice unless you explicitly say so- because sometimes people just wanna be heard, and he knows that, specially with you.

If you need to cry and rant he'll be there, arms round you in a warm embrace. The soft hushes as his lips press against your head in such a delicate loving tender motion.

He'll fix your wounds you inflict upon yourself during your darkest days. No judgment installed anywhere. Just love and care.

You need to punch something so bad? His chest is right there. Punch away! It's just training him up more on his end, at least his chest is softer than that wall...

He'll crack his awful jokes at all hours of the day and night, if there's a chance he'll see that smile, even for a second? Worth it.

He'll call you the sweetest pet names he can muster, he'll always try to coax you into talking with him, opening up, reminding you you're not alone.

"C'mon girlie, what's wrong?"

"My dear, I know you're troubled again, please... allow me to help."

"Sweetie, you're doing that silly thing again, what was it again? Uhh- that's it! Thinking you've gotta go it alone."

Damn he cares so much he'll even toss aside his Harbinger duties some days just to stay by your side. (A few stacks of paperwork dusted off to his subordinates can't be that bad every now and then, right?)

He'll always make you feel loved, even when you're at your lowest and your mind really is being the main villain of your story. He won't miss the chance to be your hero, to be the good guy in the eyes of the one he holds so close.

On days where it feels like all his efforts aren't reaching the desired results it will probably sting him inside, his ego wounded by loosing temporarily, his pride built by his sole thoughts of being the best man for you beginning to waver ever so slightly.

But if there is one thing Childe isn't, it's a quitter.

So he failed today, you're still sad and calling yourself those horrible names.

So he messed up and didn't get to you in time and you harmed yourself.

He'll use it to fuel him further. His desire to see you smile and see you for the truly amazing and caring soul he sees you as will always keep him ignited with that passion to win.

He'll think of better jokes to ensure he does make you happy next time.

He'll run faster and workout harder to jump over the damn roofs of buildings to cut time down so he can run through that door and stop you next time you go to harm yourself.

You really are mean to yourself, you know that Girlie?

No matter what your darker thoughts try to drown you in, try to break you with. He will always make sure he's there to remind you, you're loved. You're perfect. And he couldn't ask for a better lover.

He just hopes, deep down... somewhere under those layers of self hate to yourself that truly have no right to reside in your pretty brain; you truly understand, that he really does love you... and he just wants to see you smile like you deserve.

Genshin Boys Reacting To S/O Hard Nipples.

(Xiao, Kazuha, Albedo)

|| Head Cannons ||

Xiao

He's gonna blush. Instantly too.

He'll try act like he hasn't noticed and doesn't care, but he has, and he does. A lot.

He's gonna get mad because that's just his go to attitude toward anything he cannot properly handle.

He won't even know why he's made now either, mad at you? Or himself? No idea. He's just mad.

Couldn't possibly be because it's made him flustered to see your nipples become that perky, noooo, of course not.

A lot of clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact with you the moment he's seen it too.

How has she not noticed yet? He was boiling under his skin right now. His face had been flushed a light dusted pink this entire time now.

You were so unaware of your nipples just, there, clearly outlined through your thin silk top. Chatting away about some nonsense or another pointless thing Xiao didn't care for.

Even on normal days he can barely pay attention to you- so how on earth can he focus now when everytime he tries to make eye contact with you, your pert nipples are on full display for him.

"Xiao? Are you even listening!" You pouted your lip at him; unbelievable how he just picks and chooses when to listen to you, hmph!

You crossed your arms to add further theatrical disappointment his way, however you stiffened slightly when you felt your nipples hard as cut diamonds pressing against your arms.

Has she finally noticed? He was praying to the archons you had.

His question was answered when he saw the same flustered and embarrassed expression adorn your features now too.

So there you both stood... blushing, silent and looking like a pair of total idiots.

Kazuha

He will try act gentlemanly over the situation.

Natural reactions to the cold winds afterall; women can't help such a thing.

But he is a guy after all...

Its gonna take a lot of self control to stop his eyes from constantly darting down.

Stealing glances between words to see if they've finally stopped being so in his face.

But everytime he's gonna have to swallow down hard and regain focus because there they still are, hard as ever.

"Please elaborate." He replied to your previous statement.

If he can just keep you talking he doesn't have to worry about the constant crack in his wavering tone.

Was it really this cold out? Your nipples have been hard and painfully obvious to his eyes for some time now.

How is he suppose to continue to focus and carry on this idle pleasant chatter? When everytime he looks down he sees them as if you were stood there naked before him.

His cheeks were a faint pink, but it went unnoticed to you since it was so cold out; you rounded it up to his body reacting to the cold.

He wishes he could carelessly round up your reaction to the cold so nonchalantly too. But it was slowly eating away at him.

In the end it got too much for him to cope with.

"Y/N, please put on warmer clothing..." he muttered as his ears now went red at the tips.

You raised a brow in response, looking down at your body to see what was so bad about your clothing choice- oh! Oh dear...

Your cheeks also went a bright red now and you turned away embarrassed and rushed off to find a thick warm coat to put on...

Albedo

Completely oblivious for the most part.

He is busy in his experiments after all, or his painting; whichever one he's tending too at that current time.

But if he does finally turn to you and see, his cheeks are gonna be hotter than any fire he stands by when in Dragonspine.

He'll go back to his task at hand and try force all his focus onto that.

But if it becomes too bothersome for him, he will very quickly make you look yourself.

Why should he be forced to endure such an embarrassing and hard to restrain moment and you be let off free?

"That's wrong, I've already tried th-" He found his words left him quicker than his constant fleeting interests of several different experiments on a daily basis.

Your nipples were so hard right now... shockingly so considering you were wearing a slightly thick jumper.

He cleared his throat and turned his attention back to the easel, continuing his painting on the canvas.

"I've already tried that. It was inconclusive." He shakily finished his sentence.

You scrunched your nose slightly with a low hum, now lost for answers.

You began to go back into deep thought again.

He remained uncomfortably awkward right now, its a normal human reaction, right?

She can't help this. He thought to himself.

But he couldn't help it was distracting him so much.

He couldn't focus on his painting anymore and it was becoming annoying; he didn't like distractions that he can't handle...

"Y/N, I think it's too cold for you out here. Maybe you should return back to camp and stay near a fire." He said bluntly.

His eyes met yours, you looked at him with a puzzled expression, he let his eyes slowly trail down your body to a certain point.

Out of confusion you looked down at your own body to follow his eyes line of sight and saw exactly what he was referring to.

With a face red and hot you turned away and headed back to camp as fast as you could.

He then casually continued his painting thinking to himself peacefully; fascinating, human bodies and their reactions. Gives me so many experimental ideas.